Hannah Jo Anal Novels & Stories

Once again my cock was about to explode. I pulled Haylee down as deep as I could and came inside her. Haylee fell over sobbing. I know she was saving herself for her perfect man but couldn’t she be a little bit happier? I look at my cock once again only to see that it still had some gas in it. Without thinking I grab Haylee’s ass and fucked her anally. Unlike her pussy or mouth, her asshole was tight, but I know it still is possible from the p**n I watch so I continued. I think the best part of the anal fucking was seeing Haylee’s face. It looked like she was in so much pain it was cute.

she moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure. But Anne wasn’t satisfied with just one position. She turned around, facing away from me as she began to ride me in reverse cowgirl. I reached around, rubbing her clit as she moaned even louder. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop,” she begged, her pussy clenching around my cock. I could feel her getting closer to her release, and I wasn’t far behind. I thrust upward, meeting her hips as we both chased our orgasms. “I’m close, Spencer. Don’t stop,” she cried out, her pussy tightening around my cock.

Hannah POV It took Hannah 20 minutes to shower, she was now stood in her closet donning on a pair of forest green skinny jeans with a dark green with burgundy floral patterned short sleeved peter pan collared peplum top. She had towel dried her waist length dark tresses to the point that they were almost dry and had applied on some moisturizer. Hannah need not wear any makeup as she was blessed with a natural rosy blush, soft pink luscious lip and long thick eyelashes that coated her almond eyes giving the effect of an eyeliner, which winged out at the corners defining them to look like cat eyes.

John couldn't take it anymore and stood up, yanking his pants down and lifting her leg on the table. "I want to fuck you next, ma'am, while you're still sucking Nathan." "Do it. Fill me with your cum while I swallow your classmate's cum." John slammed inside her already cum-filled pussy, Caleb's essence served as the lube. "Shit, ma'am! You feel so good!" Hanna's eyes turned red, a sign that she would be feeding soon. She was close to her own climax and her body was vibrating with power. Each orgasm filled her hunger.

It was making her uncomfortable. Feeling embarrassed, she stared at the door, cursing Richard Harris for almost taking advantage of her earlier. She was not that kind of woman! She was just a flirt, being attracted to handsome men wasn't a sign of being promiscuous. Like William, he was handsome, but she wasn't attracted to him because they were too familiar with each other. Hannah's moans grew louder, occasionally mixed with screams, making Roxana Nelson blush even more. Hannah had quite the courage, being able to scream so loudly. It was truly magnificent. The explicit images playing in Roxana's mind were beyond her control. She was both curious and slightly disdainful. Who said it had to

She finally smiled, making Mike smile too. “Well, maybe if I say that if you want, you can meet Joanna Coles?” Mike said acting all dramatic. Hannah started jumping like a small kid, making Mike start laughing! I would jumped too but my pride and my body which were recovering from a fall wouldn't let me do that. “Editor-in-Chief of Cosmopolitan?” Hannah opened her eyes widely, covering her mouth with both of her hands. “H-h-h-how?” I never saw her so confused and lost, I couldn't help it but laugh!

I spread out her legs, giving her the perfect opportunity to grope my ass from behind, forcibly plunging my dick back into her. "Asshole." Layla cursed, and the line went dead. "So close..." Hannah urges her pace growing faster. I let her have it, tossing my phone on the bed as her moans filled the entire room. She shrieks, reaching the edge, searing my cock with her fluids then sliding back to the bed with loud pants. "God, that felt so good." She chuckles. I pulled out of her and then disposed of the condom. Tugging my pants back to my waist, I watch Hannah scramble for her clothes.

Which is why I chose today of all days to handle something so distracting, but that contract’s far from my attention now. Hannah's wearing a one-piece with intricate lacing that travels down her breasts all the way to the apex of her legs. She smirks at me before turning a one-eighty, giving me a full view of the G-string thong riding between her ass cheeks. Fucking Christ. She looks devastating. I don't notice my knuckle in-between my teeth until sizable divots engrave into my skin. "What about this one?" Cyna props her chin on her palm, cocking her head to the side as she looks at me.

I raised my shoulders up slightly, letting her know I’ve got the upper hand now, but the next statement that came out of Hannah’s mouth did not only make my shoulders drop but also my jaw. “Mr. Hayes is sexually dysfunctional.”

I murmur, feeling overwhelmed. Hannah watches me closely, folding back the duvet and patting the empty space beside her. I can see the excitement bubbling inside her—she knows something happened. She’s practically dying with curiosity. “I think,” I whisper, still in disbelief, “I just had my first orgasm.” Hannah jumps up, literally jumps up from the bed, slaps the ceiling, and lands back down. “What?! As in... you were touching yourself?! I can’t even do that without toys!” she whisper-shouts.